When I started to watch The Piano Lesson, I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I had only read a vague synopsis of the plot—a tale about a Black family's relationship with a special heirloom during the aftermath of the Great Depression. I knew that Denzel Washington and his family collaborated on the project (which is currently sitting at number six on Netflix's top 10 list), and that alone was enough to pique my interest. I also figured I'd see a deeply emotional piece that's reminiscent of Raisin in the Sun—except it would be about a valuable instrument that bred conflict within the family. As it turns out, I wasn't completely off. Sure enough, that piano does stir up quite a bit of trouble for the Charles family, but not in the way I anticipated. But even more surprising? This film felt really personal.
Produced by Washington and directed by his son, Malcolm, this adaptation of August Wilson's play centers on the growing tension between two siblings who want to honor their family's legacy in vastly different ways. While Boy Willie (John David Washington) makes plans to sell his deceased father's piano and buy land, his sister, Berniece (Danielle Deadwyler), insists on keeping the piano as a prized heirloom that holds her family's history. There were so many things I loved about this film, from the talented cast (Samuel L. Jackson is brilliant, FYI) and the symbolism of the piano to that rousing rendition of "Berta, Berta." But what completely caught me off-guard was how personal this film felt.